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Clearly unhappy with my silence, Lee slaps his palm onto my left ass cheek just as hard, and this time I cry out louder. As he rubs his hand against my burning flesh, he leans in closer. With his free hand he fists his hand into my long purple hair and pulls my head until his lips are pressed against that sweet spot just below my ear. But instead of kissing it, like he usually does, he holds me in position so he can whisper into my ear.
“You haven’t forgotten how you take a punishment already, have you, Beautiful? I can keep spanking this gorgeous ass until it’s so red you won’t be able to sit down for a week, yet I’d much rather get on with fucking you. But only good girls get fucked. So, are you ready to be my good girl?” he growls, and it’s like he’s got a direct fucking line to my pussy and I want so desperately for him to touch me.
Clamping my thighs together to try to ease the pressure, I think back to when he first taught me about punishments. I was so fucking nervous the first time he spanked my ass. I didn’t think I would like the pain, but I was very fucking wrong. It took my pleasure to a whole other level, one I’d never even thought I could enjoy before. And in between every spank, he made me thank him and count them, building anticipation even further for the next one.
Shit! That’s what I forgot to do.
“Sorry, Sir. I’ll be a good girl, and thank you every time you spank me. I’ll make sure to count them too,” I reply, trying to sound as sweet as possible—I know that makes his cock even harder.
“How many spanks do you think you deserve?” he asks.
“However many you think, Sir,” I reply. I have no idea when I started calling him Sir during sex. It only happens when we’re roleplaying like this. He’s in charge, and I will do anything to be his good girl. It just sort of came out naturally, and I saw how excited it made him, and I really do want to please him in any way I can, so I just went with it.
Don’t get me wrong, we do still have what some people would refer to as vanilla sex, where we don’t role play and it’s just Emmaleigh and Lee, kissing, touching, and connecting through sex. But I think we try and avoid that as much as possible—or I know I do—because that’s the type of sex you have with a boyfriend. It’s the type of sex that leads to feelings becoming involved, and it’s the fastest way for me to end up with a broken heart.
The big problem is, I enjoy that sex just as much, if not more, than I do the kinky praise sex that we have. I get more turned on with the kinky stuff, and fuck does Lee know how to drag an orgasm out of me, even when he’s causing me pain. But the vanilla sex, that’s when we have the most connection, and each time he kisses me, or takes his time devouring my body, I fall for him just that little bit more. So that’s what I try to avoid, preferring this rougher side to him.
“I think we will do ten. How does that sound?” he growls into my ear, but before I have a chance to answer, he brings his hand down against my right ass cheek.
This blow is just as hard as before, and the noise that comes out of my mouth is a mixture of a yelp and a groan, but this time I remember to do as I’m told. “One. Thank you, Sir,” I cry out, my voice shaky, but I’m not sure if it’s from pleasure or pain.
As Lee brings his hand to my sore ass cheek and begins to stroke the reddened area, I can’t help but mewl. The way his cool flesh soothes the burning feels fucking amazing. Sadly, I don’t even have a minute to enjoy the blissful feeling before he slams his palm down on my left ass cheek this time. Catching me completely off guard, I cry out loudly, but again remember my instructions. “Two. Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he mutters beside my ear before kissing my cheek softly. Just those two little words are enough to help me forget all about the pain, and I’m focused solely on making him proud. It’s the weirdest feeling, but I feel like I’m soaring.
Lee continues spanking each ass cheek in turn, and as he gently rubs to soothe the sting, I count and thank him for each one. By the end, as each spank gets harder, the pain gets worse and worse. Each blow lands on top of the burn from the one before, until my ass is bright red and I have tears streaming down my face.
Even though the pain starts to feel a little overwhelming towards the final blow, it’s still such a fucking turn on. The tears might be flowing, but my pussy is so wet, and it’s the most turned on I’ve been in a while. As Lee is soothing away the final blow, the tip of his finger lightly brushes past my clit, and I whimper. It’s the slightest touch, so insignificant that I’m not even sure he did it on purpose—though, knowing Lee, he probably did. Yet, it’s enough to cause my back to arch further and whimpers to spill from my lips.
I know he loves hearing my whimpers and cries of pleasure. I can feel his erection straining against his jeans as it presses against my thigh every time he leans over to whisper in my ear. I want more. I want him to free himself. To touch himself. But Lee has the patience of a fucking saint, and if he wants to draw this out, he will.
This time, as his finger slides through my slit, it’s clear he’s doing it on purpose this time, and fuck does it feel good. It’s over before it’s even begun, and a frustrated groan rips from my lips, causing him to chuckle. He swiped his finger from my asshole up to my clit, circling around it once before pulling away. It was nowhere near enough, so of course I’m going to tell him that.
“Em… this was supposed to be a punishment. Are you getting turned on?” he chuckles, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. Talk about stating the fucking obvious. I mean, I’m surprised I can’t feel my juices running down my leg, and we both know the finger that just slid through my slit must be covered, so it’s kind of a stupid question.
Before I realise what’s happening, Lee grabs hold of my hair in his fist and pulls causing my back to arch further. I yell out at the pain that’s currently ricocheting all over my scalp as Lee uses his free hand to grip my chin, forcing me to look at him as he bends me to his will. He seems to know exactly where my line is, and he never goes over it. He never pushes me too far, and even now when he looks like he’s pissed, I can see the fire in his eyes that lets me know, this is just the rough side I enjoy coming out to play. He won’t ever take it too far, and I know he will stop if I tell him to. But right now, as his fiery eyes bore into mine, stopping is the farthest thing from my mind.
I try to rack my brain, thinking about what I could possibly have done wrong to warrant this. I don’t have to wait long before his deep, gravelly voice lets me know.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”
Fuck!
I try to move my head to look down, but he has me firmly in his grasp, and I can’t move even a little. I could lower my gaze, but that will only get me in even more trouble. So instead, I hold his gaze firmly and reply. “I’m sorry, Sir. I did roll my eyes.”
That smile I love starts to get wider, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on even more. He loves it when I’m being good—we both do. No matter how much I like being punished, I prefer it so much more when he looks at me like this, like he’s proud of me.
“Why did you roll your eyes at me?” he asks, as he lets go of my chin. I’m still held firmly where he wants me as his hand is still fisted in my hair, but I could try to move a little, if I wanted. But I don’t. I stay exactly where I am, eyes fixed on Lee’s, and I love watching his bright blue eyes flash darker every time I do something to turn him on.
“I shouldn’t have done it, Sir. I’m sorry. I just thought it was a silly question because my pussy is always wet when I’m around you.” My reply slips out, and if I could slap my hand over my mouth right now, I would. I can’t believe I just said that. It’s like I have no self control, which I obviously do. Just not when Lee’s manhandling me like this.
“Is that right?” he asks, the humour evident in his voice.
Before I get the chance to reply, he roughly presses his finger into my wet pussy, catching me completely unaware. It’s a good job I am ready, as he doesn’t take it slow. He pushes all the way in, quick and rough, and I can’t help crying out. Fuck does that feel amazing.
I arch my back further, pressing my hip further into his body, and I can feel how hard he is. When he speaks this time, the humour is long gone from his voice, and now he sounds purely turned on. “Fuck, you really are wet.”
I nod my head in confirmation, forgetting he has my hair wrapped around his fist, and the movement causes my scalp to sting. But, I’m too busy concentrating on the feel of his finger moving in and out of my pussy. He’s moving so slowly it’s almost like torture.
